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Produced by 8een ( @user-612966018 )Mix & Mastered by @PLATZUSAlbum Art by Montsho Jarreau Thoth
Produced by 8een ( @user-612966018 )Mix & Mastered by @PLATZUSAlbum Art by Montsho Jarreau Thoth
Produced by 8een ( @user-612966018 )Mix & Mastered by @PLATZUSAlbum Art by Montsho Jarreau Thoth
All songs produced by @shyguy_the_freak All songs Mixed/Mastered with Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas. Graphic Art by @histo-sz
Lyrics: .....I told you so .....I told you so I told you so... ...I think first I slowed my roll, now ...Moving fast always on go, now I’m on yo ass been taking notes
Stuck in the house still on the same shit Feel like a young nigga live in a spaceship Punched in, can’t punch out, yeah All money in had to close my account Stuck in the house still on the same shit Feel like a young nigga live in a spaceship Punched in, can’t punch out, yeah All money in had to close my account
.......I wish I’d ask where you’d go Waited too long to let you know Waited too long to check on you Now that you're gone I can’t assume Nobody's fault but what was I doing I should’ve known that wasn’t you Probably the only one could call youuuu out From behind prescription proof
Stuck in the house still on the same shit Feel like a young nigga live in a spaceship Punched in, can’t punch out, yeah All money in had to close my account Stuck in the house still on the same shit Feel like a young nigga live in a spaceship Punched in, can’t punch out, yeah All money in had to close my account
Approve of the risk it’s worth it, Might take a loss but ain’t shit perfect Yeah I know ain’t shit perfect Take it in stride can’t lose my inertia It’ll come back in the long run Hope you come back in the long run Hope that I see you in the next one Still smoke big no I don’t need to stretch nun
Stuck in the house still on the same shit Feel like a young nigga live in a spaceship Punched in, can’t punch out, yeah All money in had to close my account Stuck in the house still on the same shit Feel like a young nigga live in a spaceship Punched in, can’t punch out, yeah All money in had to close my account
....Still smoke big no I don’t need to stretch nun Use to stuff a philly with that brick now it's A-1 Upper echelon, smoking on fake runts I’m smoking on fake runts
All songs produced by @shyguy_the_freak All songs Mixed/Mastered with Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas. Graphic Art by @histo-sz
Lyrics: Wake up in morning, it’s to early I can’t fall back Sent my resume I didn’t answer when they called back I’m not in the mood leave a message I might call back Sorry I was rude need my meds that’s that pressure pack What you wanna do? If you bless me I'ma bless you back This sound like a movie broke boi make you do the runnin man I'm just tryna level up my income... diversify Thick yella bone red ginseng I’m paralyzed
I don’t know what these niggas talkin bout I don’t know what these niggas on about First course wagyu beef when the bean hit Find him tryna find the point am I dreaming
.....Am I dreaming Stuck inside, in the house with some decent I got white runts on phone do I need it (em) I might have to grab a me zone for my demons Now a days, plan shit out, it’s a Sequence Freaked it, try to ride the wave you’ll get sea sick First take, wait till you see it after treatment Shit boy you not just geeked you need treatment!! Broke boi that’s my lil nigga in the deep end Quarantine what day is it? It’s the weekend I might place a bid on stock x cause I need them When they get they stimulus check ima bleed them I might have to one two step yelling free bands Broke boi that’s my lil nigga in the deep end Quarantine what day is it it’s the weekend Fur coat she thought it was a mink but it’s sheepskin
I might have to take the long route have you seen it? In the backwoods by myself and it scenic Head back down to the house and she beamin' Can’t be that bad if someone happy to see me I might have to take the long route have you seen it? In the backwoods by myself and it scenic Head back down to the house and she beamin' Can’t be that bad if someone happy to see me
I don’t know what these niggas talkin bout I don’t know what these niggas on about First course wagyu beef when the bean hit Find him tryna find the point am I dreaming
Am I dreaming?
All songs produced by @shyguy_the_freak All songs Mixed/Mastered with Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas. Graphic Art by @histo-sz
Lyrics: Back in the city for the first time Hmm yeah mask on can’t identify Still gimme me six feet I’m like damn right 12 worried put them drones up in the sky Now it’s fuck the eyes of Texas ain’t no mystery These fraudulent traditions got some history Ain’t no monument to me that shit ain’t indiscreet And these pigs trained to shoot they don’t know how to speak How you the one that’s getting mad you talking down to me Probably got it from yo dad, now I’m starting to see I’m just tryna live my life nigga pardon me I’m just tryna live my life and it's hard breathe
He bet he right (betty wright) he playing with fire like Tha Carter 3 They tryna tie my hands like Tha Carter 3 That really ain’t the plan please don’t start with me I stick to the routine So I’m hard to meet
On my way, hmmm yeah pardon me On my way, hmmm yeah pardon me On my way, hmmm yeah pardon me On my way, hmmm yeah pardon me
Yeah pardner could you pardon me? Natural in the kitchen no cordon bleu Pardon me sergeant? No pardon you Don’t want to call your super cause he’s hard on you Ugly ass boy yeah you hard to view Act like you a martyr but you cartoon I’m on my way and it starts soon Just another day and it start soon
He bet he right (betty wright) he playing with fire like Tha Carter 3 They tryna tie my hands like Tha Carter 3 That really ain’t the plan please don’t start with me I stick to the routine So I’m hard to meet
On my way, hmmm yeah pardon me On my way, hmmm yeah pardon me On my way, hmmm yeah pardon me On my way, hmmm yeah pardon me
All songs produced by @shyguy_the_freak All songs Mixed/Mastered with Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas. Graphic Art by @histo-sz
Lyrics: That shit sounds about right okay fair enough Nobody fucking wit you baby bar none Maybe I ain’t living right I feel my heart jump That shit coulda been nothing you ain’t start sumn Going out looking for issues they just clout hunting Can’t be worried bout you niggas tryna count sumn I got off the couch and hit the ground running Can’t be worried bout you niggas tryna count from it
That shit sounds abooout right That shit sounds about right Had to hit ground running, that’s the thing about life That shit sounds abooout right That shit sounds about right Had to hit ground running, that’s the thing about life
All songs produced by @shyguy_the_freak All songs Mixed/Mastered with Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas. Graphic Art by @histo-sz
Lyrics: Put it in the dash box locked that’s a warrant This cop better talk to me nice just a warning Coffee in my yeti it’s too early in the morning Second car pull up like hornets and they swarming
That I’m why screaming Fuck 12, Need a quarter bale and that just for myself, I can’t do that pharma man it’s bad for my health, Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells Like hell Fuck 12, Need a quarter bale and that just for myself, I can’t do that pharma man that's bad for my health, Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells Like hell
Tags out lock the quarter bow in the dash now Racks out when we hit club we gon' spazz out Back down yeah he talk loud but he’ll back down I see where you coming from like yo tracks out Hell naw I can’t be no bum I need stacks now Can’t be begging for no crumbs I need half now Cash out I don’t want no cash I want assets Acreage you know why they mad when we make it
Put it in the dash box locked that’s a warrant This cop better talk to me nice just a warning Coffee in my yeti it’s too early in the morning Second car pull up like hornets and they swarming
That I’m why screaming Fuck 12, Need a quarter bale and that just for myself, I can’t do that pharma man it's bad for my health, Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells Like hell Fuck 12, Need a quarter bale and that just for myself, I can’t do that pharma man that's bad for my health, Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells Like hell
Fuck 12, yeah that means fuck em all When you talk about the good ones that shit make my skin crawl Just another tough guy real big balls Fuck 12, yeah that means fuck em all
That I’m why screaming Fuck 12, Need a quarter bail and that just for myself, I can’t do that pharma man it’s bad for my health, Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells Like hell Fuck 12,
They all guilty by association
They all guilty by association
All songs produced by @shyguy_the_freak All songs Mixed/Mastered with Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas. Graphic Art by @histo-sz
Lyrics: I done swang, I done swung.. I might hit the club throwback Vince Young She know I popped them twins this a parent trap I just might hit the club in a thoback I just made a dub off some throwaways All this Bulleit in my cup I'ma cold case Wish I could give it up it ain’t all that great Still got Texas on my plates do you wanna taste This Hibiki in my cup I said yes indeed (yes indeedy) I might hit the club throwback Lima Sweed Might pull up to the Stu throwback Quentin Jammer Don’t mean to be rude son where’s your manners Southern gentleman yeah I got some morals Walk in the club in that throwback Jamaal Charles Blue chips this ain’t honorable mentions I might hit the strip throwback Cedric Benson
That boy did it, only pray that I go out a legend Wake up to another day another chance I was wrong had to change up my stance Hard to explain but that’s what makes a man
I might hit the club throwback Earl Campbell My plug won’t do no fronts but he might give you a sample Casamigos in my punch, so I’m sorry if I ramble Got me in the red zone, I might lose my handle
But I really didn’t in my throwback Ricky Williams Shout to my foes in that throwback Roy Williams Oh that’s why they mad yeah they prolly in they feelins Sick of taking L's would be hell so I feel them
All streaming media: hyperurl.co/bvn6d9 Lyrics/Vocals by Click-Clack @click-clack Production by OTESLA⚘⚘ @tesla77 Mixed/Master by Aime Brunn at Launch Pad Studios in Austin, Texas.
Lyrics: Smooth shake make yo boots break It’s Tuesday make moves let the moves make you no touché Jai voudrais introduce you to shame as I move through the lane lames double take Cannot be tamed throw dirt on my name for names sake I bury your name the wake in the same day you caint take the same treatment Break the same sequence as we can I’m French vanilla chocolate butter peecan deluxe Bruise easily please don’t touch me my shotgun clutched in each hand Won’t take much to squeeze damn now you can’t breath how we can Now I got ptsd man from rose sequins splatter the pavement how he leakin in my dreams frequent Never wanted to squeeze, cool breeze can’t calm me please let it calm me Please let her call me and interrupt this destructive frequency I’ve been struck with Fuck this can’t let him test me let it buck quick Shouldn’t have disrupted my path to the bucket, Never should have trusted me not to get technical now I’m T’d up
Momma screaming please not my beloved What makes me believe I’m above him I don’t even know Momma screaming please not my beloved What makes me believe I’m above him I don’t even know Momma screaming please not my beloved What makes me believe I’m above him
All streaming media: hyperurl.co/bvn6d9 Lyrics/Vocals by Click-Clack @click-clack Production by OTESLA⚘⚘ @tesla77 Mixed/Master by Aime Brunn at Launch Pad Studios in Austin, Texas.
Lyrics: How does it feel to be alone really alone What do they want from me, com pany I could be anyone, Find someone else to prey on I’m not your mini yon I think I’m really one, not to be fucked with Won’t leave the deed undone I’m killing them um run till the young sun creep from beneath the trees and weeds Did it so easily greasily heathens breath from deep within me these evenly evil breeds seem eerily familiar Six feet deep hole dug it self it seems The only sign is these blisters that bleed within me The only line that I walk is while leaving my seed The only time that I talk is while speaking my peace I guess not, said why, I won’t leave I guess not, said why, I won’t leave
How does it feel to be alone really alone How does it feel to be alone really you don't know How does it feel to be alone really alone How does it feel to be alone really you don't know How does it feel to be alone really alone How does it feel to be alone really you don't know How does it feel to be alone really alone How does it feel to be alone really you don't know
How does it feel to be present Resent the roll call missing me Presentations incomplete Contemplate if she’s into me or not I fancy her a lot might be my rock I need to be my own rock first I need to seed my own sock first to be sure I’m sure as day now, before we lay down I want to say how, you make me feel Too late details afterwords or after actions reveal your actual appeal to me is deeper then this cedar picket fence it’s immense repeal my senses it’s senseless Just thinking about you it pretenses No seems in this logic seemless it seems endless, she’s a queen no princess present, hope she excepts this verbal essence effervescent eyes never held a lie within their skies How does it feel to be within their focus, We are deep in love but will she notice the depth on my behalf How does it feel to be their focus, I am deep in love but will she notice But will she, but will she notice
All streaming media: hyperurl.co/bvn6d9 Lyrics/Vocals by Click-Clack @click-clack Production by OTESLA⚘⚘ @tesla77 Mixed/Master by Aime Brunn at Launch Pad Studios in Austin, Texas.
Lyrics: One sip from the chalice bring the malice out a mad man calm Bet chu never thought I'd last that long Feel like nasdaq could I crash that fast Qualms putting cash on me get my cash back fast Ain’t funny how I always have the last laugh Why don’t you put some money on me have the last laugh We can both laugh last Crack a smile like a pretty black ass the way I clap back Why he say negar if he’s only half black Smoke you like a cegar pound her like a hashtag This could be my first one, treat it like the last track Mark on his arms treat it like it’s self arm What about crack would ya sum it up to that Black just don’t crack I guess Better if I just don’t ask I guess I could never pass thine test momma even if I study till my last line breath Exhale define me I define me set sail to these notions they created of me Eliminated my needs now I just want more What do I want if I just want more
All streaming media: hyperurl.co/bvn6d9 Lyrics/Vocals by Click-Clack @click-clack Production by OTESLA⚘⚘ @tesla77 Mixed/Master by Aime Brunn at Launch Pad Studios in Austin, Texas.
Lyrics: Constant, keep runnin through plays in my mind Simmer hey, simmer high, simmer low Summer rides through the most of the year down here sweat behind my ears Most of you move like you wet behind yo ears Stuck in the same you cannot step behind yo fears, the way I cut through the lane How the fuck do my brain do I you fuck you the same You don’t have to answer that I know the answer that I want to hear I’ll go with that This shit feel really classic when she throw it back I feel like I might actually have the coat to match Oh so you ain’t never met me but you know my past That’s interesting really how’d you know to ask How’d you know to ask me How’d you know to ask Did you know me last week How’d you know to ask How’d you know to ask me How’d you know to ask Did you know me last week
Let me check my legend, legendary Its hereditary, I didnt know my pops so I don’t know you niggas either Am I speaking to abruptly as I wet you with the ether Need a breather safety meeting further research I’m dumb geeked nigga far gone but I’m present Gimme one week nigga she gone see me in her future One cheap thrill now my brodie in the past I won’t hold you, you can't hold me I’m a slasher I don’t care bout recognition I want assets I wanna cash checks I’m sick of cash I’m on my last breath maybe not my last I seen a few my homies pass maybe I’m the last Nice of you to ask, I'm doing good this week I got some hash And nothin feels better then something when you feel like ass I had to get back up these nigga trash I cant even find no trouble if I ask How’d you know to ask me How’d you know to ask Did you know me last week How’d you know to ask How’d you know to ask How’d you know to ask
All streaming media: hyperurl.co/bvn6d9 Lyrics/Vocals by Click-Clack @click-clack Production by OTESLA⚘⚘ @tesla77 Mixed/Master by Aime Brunn at Launch Pad Studios in Austin, Texas.
Lyrics: Woah, how you gone hang out with them niggas Actin like they different not interested in it Know cause I’m a nigga, tell me that they different Tell me that I’m paranoid borderline skitzofrenic That I’m also manic, need help like you you need help to see that they are also me That I am also them, that we are all are hustlin for some love within inseams it’s seems Lovely trust me I know me I see these thoughts bubbling unholy I'm not just tryna stir the pot you know me I'm not just tryna stir the pot you know me I know me more than you will ever hopefully you might never know me like I know I sleep eyes open, these are where the worst thoughts lie Told me you need space I’m in earth off life
Living in space I'm living in Living in space I’m living I’m living still congratulate As of late I’ve been doing A ok in the Grand scheme the grand slate, metaphoric My mind state slides within earth quakes my eye hurt since the first day of light Since the first day outside I’d rather be in, The won’t let me in I guess I’m an outsider Where the worst thoughts lie I guess I’m an outlier Pure yay might have ya mouth wired
Produced by @toosteady
Lyrics: Tommy TalkAlot said he's good at this game Then he ask what we playin What a puddle of acid could do to brain It could do few thangs what who says Im flashin down town in some new shades It daytime how I live after 9 how I live Momma probably worried I'll be fine how I live See you shine See u shinin Wit the new fade I ain't cut my hair since Februar Servinlamb burgers heavy slice a Gruyere She know I left a piece of me there Never be the same no it's just me in the bare We've both done this love thingbe cautious Proceed with caution it hard to breathe with no air
She heavy into OXY I don't need it need oxygen I don't WANNA fight this battle again I probably got my own problems What we tryn to throw em all in rpt 2
Positive I got my own issues as it is A relationship can't teach you how to live But Might teach you what to not do
Might teach you what to not Don't Look at it as time that it might've cost you Cause You learn from every plot Learn from every situation Learn what could you not do Cause you can learn from every stop
from Every bump iiiinnn the road rpt
Track 2 on "Untitled" released 11.30.15 Artwork By Javier Antonio Avellán of lobosucio.com/ Recorded by @GoldenGoonz Mixed by @GoldenGoonz Vocals by Eric "Click-Clack" Mikulak Production by @tesla77